Careful, Reading This Post Will Make You GHEY (919 hits)
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Submitted by JonnyX (View user info) at 2008-03-18 13:00:46 EDT
You have been warned...
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The Platonic Blow
It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.
I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.
Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."
I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.
And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.
I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.
He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate
Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.
By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.
I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.
But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.
Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.
Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.
Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2008-05-13 03:19:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-03-19 05:58:14 PDT (#)
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Well, I didn't recognise it at first and thought it was the poster's. Then I twigged and realised it was, in fact, Auden,
The reason for the confusion? He didn't reference.
That, where I come from, is called plagiarism missy.
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WOW, ASK ME IF I GIVE A SHIT...GO ON, ASK ME
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-05 07:18:31 EDT (#)
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why?
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-03-19 20:51:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-03-19 08:58:14 EDT (#)
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Well, I didn't recognise it at first and thought it was the poster's. Then I twigged and realised it was, in fact, Auden,
The reason for the confusion? He didn't reference.
That, where I come from, is called plagiarism missy.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2008-03-19 08:54:00 EDT (#)
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Oh please, FJ Bell. It's AUDEN. The Platonic Blow. A Lay for a Day. Auden.
It's so incredibly, hugely, massively obvious that it's not original... calling plagiarism on this is like calling plagiarism on.. some other well known poem that everyone's familiar with.
Sorry, it's late, my brain stopped working.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-03-19 08:17:06 EDT (#)
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The poem's well-constructed but -2 for posting someone's else's poem and not mentioning it.
Dare I call plaigarism? http://www.lapetiteclaudine.com/archives/Auden_The_PLatonic_blow.txt
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2008-03-18 23:02:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Zackstersmackster (user info) at 2008-03-18 22:01:01 EDT (#)
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oooohh...I HATE GHEY
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2008-03-18 20:32:07 EDT (#)
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Hahahaha
Auden
One of his less convincing efforts, but he was having fun with it, anyway.
Submitted by Falafel (user info) at 2008-03-18 19:54:25 EDT (#)
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If I had to pick an exact spot where this went south, I'd pick stanza 21, with "adorable masculine tits". Euuuuugggh.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-03-18 19:18:01 EDT (#)
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i guess i won't read it then
thanks for the warning fag
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-03-18 18:25:59 EDT (#)
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WTF? I'm not reading all of that.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2008-03-18 18:20:31 EDT (#)
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HA JOKE'S ON YOU I'M ALREADY GAY
Submitted by stone8946 (user info) at 2008-03-18 18:04:45 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2008-03-18 17:08:45 EDT (#)
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I won't bother reading it then.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2008-03-18 16:15:33 EDT (#)
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i take it you have read this every night for the last 25 years
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2008-03-18 15:12:16 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/86093
Submitted by InkyFingers (user info) at 2008-03-18 14:55:52 EDT (#)
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Intelligent, but I'm not sure it's skillful. There's a lot of freedom to the meter and word choice, but it is never convincingly planned to suggest practiced skill. However, it is intelligent and vigorously adaptive. Nice job.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-03-18 14:09:45 EDT (#)
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i only read a bit of this, but what i did read contained an awful lot of the gay.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:59:04 EDT (#)
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Lathe operator, below.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:58:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:42:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:01:29 EDT (#)
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i didn't read it
Who did?
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Surely you don't know original genius when you see it.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:42:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:01:29 EDT (#)
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i didn't read it
Who did?
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:39:08 EDT (#)
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What is with all the poetry lately?
And where is TheUniter? Has he had his day??
Submitted by dithered (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:37:16 EDT (#)
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Why post this?
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:33:16 EDT (#)
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Good post!
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:25:09 EDT (#)
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WAIT I MUST BE WRONG....LOOK AT ALL THE POSITIVE REVIEWS ON THIS!!!
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:20:55 EDT (#)
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holy god this is gayer than Richard Simmons watching The Birdcage while blowing Greg Lougainis.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:18:07 EDT (#)
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3 retals...come on Johnny Bigbritches surely you've got more in you than that.
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I mean come on tough stuff do it right
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:15:36 EDT (#)
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Your expertise on the subject at hand is astounding.
And I really, REALLY need to stop browsing Uber during my lunch break.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:12:00 EDT (#)
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quick...call me a fag again
its fucking scintillating
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:09:54 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by SkullBiter (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:08:18 EDT (#)
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Dude, that was gay.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:07:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 10:05:21 PDT (#)
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could be
what else you got captain dipshit?
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no need for anything else - I already said it all, FAG
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:05:21 EDT (#)
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could be
what else you got captain dipshit?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:04:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 10:01:29 PDT (#)
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i didn't read it
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doesn't matter - you're the biggest fag around here
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:03:41 EDT (#)
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Just when I thought poetry couldn't get any gheyer.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-03-18 13:01:29 EDT (#)
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i didn't read it